A single tear
a constant reminder
of everything you've lost As it fades away
dissolves into nothing
You still feel its mark,
its place upon your cheek Like a scar that never goes away
it’s still there Feeling so numb
But who could destroy you
When you've got nothing left to lose But only you know
that you've still got everything
its not over yet
and you're still hurting Down deep into your skin
it's still there A single tear
a constant reminder
of everything you've lost Porcelain Shattered skin A melting smile Sunken eyes It’s been a while Rosy cheeks The open cracks Tattered, torn Ugly and worn Smile fading Cold to the touch Impossible to embrace Nestled in a garment Made of linen and lace A little girl Her soul is trapped
I wish I was fearless
the brave one
the hero
the one to end up on top
someone who makes a difference
someone you would remember
someone you would want I wish I was beautiful
like the girl on the magazine
I’ll admit it, she is stunning
if I could only be
someone who turns heads
someone you would remember
someone you would want
I wish I was strong
so I could put up a fight
I could hold you together
and brush off the negative
someone who’s not broken
someone you would remember,
someone you would want. I wish I was bold
I didn’t blend in
I would be visible to your eyes
and special in a good way
someone out of the ordinary
someone you would remember
someone you would want I wish I was perfect
and all the above
maybe then you'd love me
the way you love her
I would be someone special
I would be someone you would remember,
I would be someone you would want. ---
Strut with her head held up high
and let your insecurities ride
Because weakness, is not an option. ---
I want to run away, just get in a car and drive away, far, far away To some big city where no one knows me Other than seeing me in a “runaway” flyer I just want to run, and keep running I don’t care where I end up, As long as it’s far enough that nobody remembers the sane girl I once was The sane girl I no longer will be. The broken girl I still am. .---
I don’t know who I should address this letter too, But whoever you are, quote me, life sucks. People use you, mistreat you, not caring if they leave footprints while they walk on you
Maybe I'm writing to God, and he’ll find It somewhere at the bottom of my trash can and ill only be repeating the whispers he already knows, and this is simply another plead for help.
Maybe I'm writing to all the people who are perfect, like her, with perfect lives, perfect cars and perfect houses with white picket fences, the ones you hate publicly, but secretly envy.
Maybe this is for that kid, whom I don’t know the name of, The once that sits and the back of the classroom and never says a word, Who is deep and if you listened has a story for his scars
Maybe it’s that five year old from down the block Who prances around the neighborhood in a tutu singing sweet lullabies If only she knew how corrupt this world is.
Maybe for the Boy, who has drove me to write this letter Who wouldn’t acknowledge my existence even if I was right in front of him Which I am. ---
Big city, Big Dreams,
Big problems to fix, it’s just me and you
Against the world --- I’m sure I’ll get old someday
But grow up I’m not so sure
But until then Monday mornings come to fast
---
Dedicated to you,
and all those other run away dreams,
my forgotten fairytales.
---
Porcelain faces with plastic smiles
Are never to be trusted
Keep to yourself because fake is the new trend
---
I wear the smile you gave me
Each and everyday
This is one that shall not fade.
Rhythmic words like raindrops
Yet I have never owned umbrellas
I watch then fall from my window
Let them collect like puddles
Lining papers, lining soi’s
Dance in this hazy middle ground
Where both everything and nothing can be achieved
Isolated in concrete
Forever infatuated by time
Watching from a distance
Life being played back
Trying to fast forward
To more contented eras of time
But we seems to be stuck on repeat
Waltzing barefoot
from tunes sung from inside
with visions of fishing boats and beach tides crashing
imprinted on the mind
Not yet a disappointment, Not yet a sucess, But an almost promising failure
a constant reminder
of everything you've lost
As it fades away
dissolves into nothing
You still feel its mark,
its place upon your cheek
Like a scar that never goes away
it’s still there
Feeling so numb
But who could destroy you
When you've got nothing left to lose
But only you know
that you've still got everything
its not over yet
and you're still hurting
Down deep into your skin
it's still there
A single tear
a constant reminder
of everything you've lost
Porcelain
Shattered skin
A melting smile
Sunken eyes
It’s been a while
Rosy cheeks
The open cracks
Tattered, torn
Ugly and worn
Smile fading
Cold to the touch
Impossible to embrace
Nestled in a garment
Made of linen and lace
A little girl
Her soul is trapped
I wish I was fearless
the brave one
the hero
the one to end up on top
someone who makes a difference
someone you would remember
someone you would want
I wish I was beautiful
like the girl on the magazine
I’ll admit it, she is stunning
if I could only be
someone who turns heads
someone you would remember
someone you would want
I wish I was strong
so I could put up a fight
I could hold you together
and brush off the negative
someone who’s not broken
someone you would remember,
someone you would want.
I wish I was bold
I didn’t blend in
I would be visible to your eyes
and special in a good way
someone out of the ordinary
someone you would remember
someone you would want
I wish I was perfect
and all the above
maybe then you'd love me
the way you love her
I would be someone special
I would be someone you would remember,
I would be someone you would want.
---
Strut with her head held up high
and let your insecurities ride
Because weakness, is not an option.
---
I want to run away,
just get in a car and drive away, far, far away
To some big city where no one knows me
Other than seeing me in a “runaway” flyer
I just want to run, and keep running
I don’t care where I end up,
As long as it’s far enough that nobody remembers the sane girl I once was
The sane girl I no longer will be.
The broken girl I still am.
.---
I don’t know who I should address this letter too,
But whoever you are, quote me, life sucks.
People use you, mistreat you, not caring if they leave footprints while they walk on you
Maybe I'm writing to God,
and he’ll find It somewhere at the bottom of my trash can
and ill only be repeating the whispers he already knows, and this is simply another plead for help.
Maybe I'm writing to all the people who are perfect, like her,
with perfect lives, perfect cars and perfect houses with white picket fences,
the ones you hate publicly, but secretly envy.
Maybe this is for that kid, whom I don’t know the name of,
The once that sits and the back of the classroom and never says a word,
Who is deep and if you listened has a story for his scars
Maybe it’s that five year old from down the block
Who prances around the neighborhood in a tutu singing sweet lullabies
If only she knew how corrupt this world is.
Maybe for the Boy, who has drove me to write this letter
Who wouldn’t acknowledge my existence even if I was right in front of him
Which I am.
---
Big city, Big Dreams,
Big problems to fix, it’s just me and you
Against the world
---
I’m sure I’ll get old someday
But grow up I’m not so sure
But until then Monday mornings come to fast
---
Dedicated to you,
and all those other run away dreams,
my forgotten fairytales.
---
Porcelain faces with plastic smiles
Are never to be trusted
Keep to yourself because fake is the new trend
---
I wear the smile you gave me
Each and everyday
This is one that shall not fade.
Rhythmic words like raindrops
Yet I have never owned umbrellas
I watch then fall from my window
Let them collect like puddles
Lining papers, lining soi’s
Dance in this hazy middle ground
Where both everything and nothing can be achieved
Isolated in concrete
Forever infatuated by time
Watching from a distance
Life being played back
Trying to fast forward
To more contented eras of time
But we seems to be stuck on repeat
Waltzing barefoot
from tunes sung from inside
with visions of fishing boats and beach tides crashing
imprinted on the mind
Not yet a disappointment,
Not yet a sucess,
But an almost promising failure